When the old “Sultana” bu’st,

And sich men wuz needed wusst.—

Armazindy, ’bout fourteen-

Year-old then—and thin and lean

As a killdee,—but—my la!—

Blamedest nerve you ever saw!

The girl’s mother’d allus be’n

Sickly—wuz consumpted when

Word came ’bout her husband.—So

Folks perdicted she’d soon go—